RP: I'm only tellin' half of it... Date: May 15, 2000 Characters: Malachi and Vlad Location: The Leaky Cauldron Public/Private: Public Warnings: sex and vampire biting Summary: Drinks? And definitely more. Status: Complete
Malachi was seated that the bar, nurse a glass of firewhiskey. It wasn't good to get plastered when you were alone, even if one's intentions were to see if they could bring someone home. He's sure that he could get someone if he tried, but right now he was drinking a drink before he tried to talk to someone. The week and the gallery had been interesting right down to the new model. He'd been having reservations of her working there since she exposed herself to him as a witch, but he decided that he'd made the choice to allow her to continue and he had to stick by it. She'd done nothing wrong and he truly had no problem with her being a witch or associating with one. Just like the muggleborn he'd met a few weeks ago, he didn't care about what they were. His only concern was his own blood was not discovered. His time at the muggle college, he knew, had done a number on his head even when he denied it and tried to blow it off.
He really didn't want to punish someone just for who they were. She hadn't done anything wrong. He just hoped she'd watch herself and her actions not to expose herself and him by proximity. Even if he was a bastard, he didn't want something to backfire on her if she exposed herself as a witch and to get into some sort of trouble. Muggles, just like magical people, were unpredictable. The best thing to do now is to pretend he didn't know she was a witch at the gallery now. Picking up his glass of whiskey, he took a drink and closed his eyes as it ran down his throat with a burn.